Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.